when we returned home, we spent a long time sitting on the bed, talking. she looked so beautiful. we then spent a long time laying on our backs, staring at the ceiling, talking. she smelled so nice. a soft stroke here, a gentle caress there. i then gave her a massage for nearly two hours. she fell in and out of sleep. she was so relaxed, and i, i was completley frisky the entire time. in a soft voice, she said, "i can smell your arousal." the massage continued. hours passed. when she was finally in the mood, going bazzonkers for sex, melting and sweating and panting and writhing in the sheets, i had become just too damned tired. i swear, timing is a bitch sometimes.
